Last night, I could swear I was flying.
For a little context, this week was my first week at a new job. I started working at the IT department for the college I attended. I have a normal workweek for the first time in years. I work with one of my best friends. It's great so far.

I also just had my six month anniversary with the best woman I've known. She challenges me. She cares for me. She quiets the things in my head that I can't quiet on my own. I don't think it's a coincidence that other parts of my life have fallen neatly into place since her. She has that power. Good things attract to her because she is good.

To top it all off, Friday morning I finished the first draft of Raise Hell Issue 2. This was a real challenging one for me. I haven't felt this stretched by a project in recent memory. But yesterday morning, in a burst of creative energy, I forced out more than six pages.

After work, I decided to go for a run. It had been about a week and I was feeling the effects of eating, sitting a lot, and not really exercising. Like any workout, I tried to push myself a bit. I aimed for two miles on the track and decided I'd go at a comfortable pace until the last lap, and then I'd see how fast I could run.

I don't think I've ever moved that fast before in my life.

That was the moment that felt like flying. In it, I had a brief moment where the whole week, all of the highlights, played behind my eyes.